Horror Movie Review: Bunny the Killer Thing (2015)

Having garnered a reputation as a twisted, gleefully violent, and offensive comedy horror movie, it is disappointing to find Bunny the Killer Thing so lacking. Where its crude humour loses its potency within minutes, its splatter violence is not as egregious as you’d hope, and it comes across quite amateurish.

Directed by Joonas Makkonen and based on his similarly titled short film, Bunny the Killer Thing stars Hiski Hämäläinen, Enni Ojutkangas, Roope Olenius, Gareth Lawrence, Marcus Massey, and Veera W. Vilo.

Arriving at a cabin in a Finnish forest, a man is kidnapped and his girlfriend is murdered. He is taken to a dingy laboratory where he is injected with something that gives him super strength. He breaks free from his chains and captors, running out into the snow where he transforms into some kind of human/rabbit hybrid.

One with just one singular thing on its mind – female genitalia. Get used to hearing this monstrosity roar the word ‘pussy’ whenever he sees someone, regardless of gender. This is the kind of humour Bunny the Killer Thing has and runs into the ground. Oh, it also has a gigantic penis that it spends large portion of the film windmilling around and around.

It’s going to be a bad night for a group of Finnish friends and some British strangers they pick up on route to their cabin. They’re not the only ones with ‘sex’ on their minds. The mutated bunny man is swinging its dick their way.

Let’s get this clear from the start, Bunny the Killer Thing accomplishes its goal of being extremely crude and crass. It is a mucky and nasty horror movie that pushes the boundaries of acceptability several times. Attempting to get around some of the more volatile moments by being undeniably tongue in cheek. So much so, that you really shouldn’t take this seriously. Yet, it also doesn’t seem to fully understand what is funny and what isn’t.

As already stated, it runs the black humour elements of the mutant bunny man into the ground but that’s not the only joke it does that to. Almost all the humour is at a schoolchild level. Joke attempts surrounding cold sores, boob size, chronic masturbation, panty-sniffing, rabbit orgies, and more. Some of it works, most of it falls flat. Not just because it is excessive, but because the poor script and iffy acting fails to deliver it in funny ways.

Then, there are the moments that are totally out of place. Such as a drunk woman being sexually assaulted in bed by another woman. All while the chronic masturbator watches from a cupboard and attempts to use it to his advantage afterwards. How is this funny? Why does it exists in this movie?

It’s all part of a segment that drags the film down to quite low depths. The actual star of the movie completely absent so we can spend time with bad actors playing horrible drunks.

By playing everything for laughs but not having the knowhow to make things actually funny, Bunny the Killer Thing ends up being one hell of a miss. It can be extremely violent and gory but its so slapstick you become desensitised to it. The longer it goes on, the worse it gets. Some good visual shots, good gore, and the odd earned laugh is nowhere enough to save this one. Unless you’re 14-years old. Then you might love it.